The Bird of My Life

Apollo, a bird of mine,
He is noisy much of the time.
Unless he's sleeping, sitting on me.
Unless he's busy, eating or drinking.
Then he's yelling for me.
I barely get out of the van.
And he's yelling he wants my hand.
He hops on.
He's happy.
We spend the rest of the day together.
Happy Bird.

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